Opps, forgot a Disclaimer. : so I don't own Yada yada yada.
Rise of the DemonDean shot upright in the bed, the sight and smell now real. There as before sat on a chair by the fire was Galen. Dean looked around, it was like the room in his mind, except now he could see outside the window, fields and farms stretched out, an idyllic scene hiding the monsters Dean knew lurked in the world. He pushed back the covers so he could swing out he feet to the floor. Looking down to his chest he could see the scars already fading as he watched. He felt more alive, more aware than he ever had before.
"How do you feel?" Galen asked, his voice like before.
"Fine, perfect actually. Am I demon then? Because I must say, if it was just to heal me. You might just call it Wolverine power or something" Dean joked; he stood seeing he was clad in his lack sweatpants. Galen laughed as he got up from the chair. His eyes flashing red a moment before becoming deep brown.
"Oh you're a demon all right. Come and look" Galen indicated the mirror on the back wall, Dean walked up looking at his reflecting, gasping as his eyes were the same glowing red as Galen's.
"Whoa! That's just damn right freaky" he was pulling his lower lid away from his eyeball so he could get a better look. "How do you walk around like this?"
"I hide them, just concentrate on how your eyes used to look" Galen advised standing just behind Dean. Dean pictured his blue/green eyes. They red began to swirl and fade, before becoming his normal eyes. "We had better get going, get dressed" Galen indicated some clothes on the end of the bed; they were almost exactly like his before. But he could tell they were new jeans and shirt. Just the leather jacket and cowboy boots he recognised as his own. Galen walked from the room as he started to get dressed. He needed to get to his father and his brother Sam.
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John Winchester sat in the hospital bed, his leg propped up on a pulley system. He had to get out of her and find Sammy, then find what had happened to his eldest son Dean. Though he did not hold out much hope. If Dean had become conscious after the crash he would never have left them, not that he would have been able too anyway with the wounds he had been inflicted by the demon. So that would mean they have him, and the gun. But if that was the case why didn't they take the rest of them?
John looked up as the Doctor from before came in, the doctor smiled at John as he reached for his chart on the end of the bed.
"You'll be glad to hear Mr Kowalski that your son is awake"
"How is he?" John became attentive, wanting to hear of Sammy."
"He seems to be healing nicely, though he believed like you for a moment that your elder son had been in the car, so we had to sedate him." John nodded, he had stopped asking about dean as soon as he realised they were telling the truth, no point making it look like he was mad and get sedated like Sam.
"May I see him?"
"Of course Mr Kowalski, I'll get one of the Nurse's to take you." The Doctor left him to think on this, they needed to get out of here. The nurse came in, helping him into a wheelchair, his right leg pointing out in front, in cased in its cast. She then proceeded to wheel him down to Sam's room. Inside Sam was awake and seemed glad to see him.
"Dad!"
"How you feeling son?" John asked as the nurse left him beside Sam's bed.
"Bit of a sore head but fine, Dad where's Dean?" Sam whispered the last part, concern for his brother blazing across his eyes.
"I don't know Sam, he wasn't in the car with us. I think the bastard has him, and the gun. I think he's gone Sam" John voiced his fear, sadness coming from every pore of this broken man that had lost so much.
"No! He can't be dead dad" Sam's eyes full of disbelief, of fear, of loss. "I'd know dad. He can't…" but in truth, Sam could not feel him, not fully it was as if Dean was someplace he could not reach.
They both looked up as the lights flickered, and the wind picked up outside. The feeling of evil power growing close. They were here, John just knew it.
"They're here" As if summoned by those words from his lips, the door opened to show a tall man, a long ankle length black coat about him, the yellow demonic eyes shining.
"Hello John, I hope you realise you have caused me a lot of trouble" it smiled slickly as it advanced on the father and son.
"Where's Dean you Bastard?" Sam snarled.
"How should I know, probably dead on the roadside somewhere" the demon dismissed without a care. "All I care about, is where is that gun? Still in the trunk of your totalled car I shouldn't wonder. Nice idea there by the way Sammy boy, a devil trap on the boot so we can't get in. no matter. It's not as if the gun will do you much good now"
He walked round the room, John trying to protect his son as the demon got closer, then in lightning quick moves he grabbed Sam by the chin, looking deep into his eyes. Smiling in satisfaction at what he could see within.
"Yes, you will do nicely. But enough chit chat gentlemen, you are coming with me" the Door opened and in came some horses, both with needles. They tried to shout, to get away but it was useless, twin pricks on two arms, and they were both slipping into oblivion.
The demon smiled as the two were wheeled out by his minions, they had stolen a Ambulance downstairs and said they were transferring the patients to a different hospital, so there was no problem getting them out and back to the desecrated church to finally begin the ritual.
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Dean walked down a large ornate staircase into the entrance hall of this large Manson, there was Galen waiting for him, the door open to the outside, it was getting dark, the moon rising in the sky as the crickets chirped.
"So where are we going Galen?" Galen raised his head to look at Dean, and he noticed the Galen's had become pure green.
"We need to pick something up first" Galen replied his voice no longer the deep demonic tone, just a normal everyday gruff lilt. He placed his fingers to his lips and gave a loud whistle. There came a neigh from a horse in reply, but on the edge of it was a growl. Dean looked over to one of the fields to see a fire running towards them.
"What the?" he stepped back as a great black horse with fiery mane, tail. The tufts on each hoof were also aflame. The creatures eyes were blood red, it had sharp predator like teeth in its mouth. "You have got to be kidding, we are going to ride there, it will take ages"
"Yes, and no" Galen replied with a smile.
"You know I am getting tired of the reply Galen" Dean sighed. Galen just laughed then looked to the demonic horse.
" Seth covear slannesh" at these whispered words the horse began to change, in a swirl of black smoke the horse was gone, but there in its place was a pristine Harley Davidson. Over the front wheel acting as the mudguard as the skull of a horse. Galen smiled at Dean's shocked expression before sitting astride the bike. It growled, and he hadn't even started the engine.
"Whoa" was all Dean could utter, he sat behind Galen, the bike growled again and Galen seemed to stroke it, it soothed then the engine itself started, Galen put the bike in gear and roared down the dirt track then down the road. The scenery blurred after a moment, and Dean got a strange feeling of being in one place, then in another. Galen stopped the bike outside a police scrap yard.
"What are we doing here Galen? We have to get to my dad and Sam"
"Calm down Dean. Just follow me a moment" Dean followed, Galen walking before him, the hood of his cowl up. Then something clicked inside Deans mind…he could see in the dark.
"Man this is so cool"
"What?" Galen looked back, eyes red once more, seeing Deans had also gone to their demonic shade.
"I can see in the dark" Galen chuckled at this, but then something broad sided Dean as he remembered something "Shit, what happened to the gun?"
"Gun?"
"Yeah, the demon killing gun" Dean replied.
"Oh, I have that. Here" Galen pulled the gun from folds of he cowl and handed it to Dean, dean seemed shocked at this "What?"
"Why are you doing this Galen? Why not kill him yourself?"
"I told you, I can't kill him. He was like me, when God threw the Devil from Heaven and into hell, all his followers went with him, including me and the demon you hunt. I am the devils second in command if you like. The one you hunt was way down the scale. But there are laws we must follow. We cannot kill another hunter, which is what we are. If I did, I would be sent to hell permanently, and he would pop straight back out again. Because according to the law I would have been wrong. So you must do it Dean" Galen replied coming to stop before the wreck of the Impala.
"Ah shit! My poor baby" Dean swore, caressing the bent metal of his car.
"Fix her" Galen just replied, leaning against the car.
"What?"
"I said fix her"
"But how?" Dean looked at what was left of his car, she was a write off.
"Make her a familiar like my bike. Place both hands on her" Galen instructed, he complied. "Now, channel a part of yourself into the car, while placing the image of how she should look inside your mind"
Dean concentrated, closing his eyes picturing the impala fixed, and in top condition. With his eyes closed he could not see what Galen could. The metal panels popping out, the metal rippling and re-attaching. The lights becoming hole, the engine good as new. The black pant pouring over the body in a slick paint job. Dean gasped and fell to his knees, breathing hard.
"It's okay dean, takes a lot out of you on the first go, but open your eyes" Dean opened his eyes to see his Impala whole and unmarred. Even better than before. He reached out to stroke her, feeling her energy reach out in welcome, hearing her almost purr.
"She's purring!" Galen laughed at his shocked face.
"She would, you're her master Dean. She's alive now, a part of you. She can never get possessed now; can never be driven by anyone other than you, unless you tell her to let them. If you are miles from her you just need to think of her with your mind and she will appear beside you." Galen explained, walking to the passenger side.
"Will she turn into a horse?" Dean asked.
"Don't know…she might. Mine does when I need her too, to travel terrain everything else can't. Like deep woods or something. You'll have to ask her. Oh and you'll have to tell her I have permission to enter" Dean noticed now that his car was almost growling at Galen, like Galen's bike had at him.
"It's okay sweetheart. He's a friend" Dean told her, she stopped growling and Galen got inside the Passenger side as Dean got behind the drivers seat. Feeling home. He started the engine, the growl deeper than before as he pulled out from the scrap yard. He looked for Galen's bike, but saw she was gone. "Where's your bike?"
"She'll be around. Told her I didn't need her for now. Probably gone home." He replied.
"So where to?" Dean asked.
"First we'll need some help, where they have your father, there will be a lot of them. We need more hunters. Have anyone in mind?" Galen asked.
"I know just the people but they are quite away" Dean replied with a sigh.
"Like before, picture them in your mind. Your baby will get you there in a blink of an eye" Galen replied, dean nodded stepping on the gas, the care roared away as dean pictured bobby and the other hunters.
No one saw the black Impala disappear in a swirl of black smoke……
TBC...
KITG: sorry if you have to wait for the next update, as i am moving house this week, and might be off the internet for 10days, see you around :)